A Kiss, from A Rose
( on nine inch nails )
etched on My Heart,
were left, by Thorns, that
pierced Our Savior’s fevered Brow,
as He, Once stood, upon a Cross, of Wood,
and sighed, “ if They knew Then, All that I know, Now ” . . .
from Book II, The Sword ( Second Sound ) The Twelfth DoveTale – The Children of The Clouds